Day 8

Day Eight



Day 2 of “hard” chemo. YUCK!!! Brit’s life is changing right before our eyes. Today she is still feeling ok, not great, but OK. She is achy today, especially her back. She is not sure if that is because she is sitting up a lot because of visitors. On the other hand, maybe it is the effects of chemo hitting a little harder today. Most likely, it is a little bit of both.

I got there around 5, and she looked tired. She had not really slept all day except for a 20 minute little nap earlier. It apparently was not enough though, because she truly did look worn out. I lied down next to her in her bed and rubbed her back for a while. I told her some stories about my day, and she did the same. I liked it.

Yesterday I explained that the chemo is injected through her central line. Several other liquids are as well. One of the problems with chemotherapy is that it is literally a poison. Its job is to kill the bad news bears. In actuality, chemo does not really know what to kill, it just knows to destroy. If the nurses/doctors were to only inject chemotherapy, and leave it in her system, it could be detrimental.

Because of this, they push saline and other liquids through her system, (LOTS OF THEM) to ensure that the chemo is not staying in one place too long. It could destroy her urinary system, and much more. The additional liquids move everything along quickly. Lots of liquid = many potty breaks. She said she feels like a 5 year old again.

You know the times when you were playing outside, COMPLETLEY ignoring the fact that your body was telling you to go. Finally, at the very last second, you run in through the door, run to the bathroom and BARLEY make it. Yeah, she described it like that. The difference is, she does not really have a warning. Just hits her like a ton of bricks. (Except different, lol)

Eight days ago, she was given a pole. One end of the pole is her “drips”. They hang high above her head, and there are tubes that carry the meds from that end, to the other end, which essentially is Brits central line. K, well just try to picture something constantly attached to you. There is no way around it. It is her best friend for the time being. They even suggested she give it a name, which she did.

This pole goes on walks with her, goes potty with her, dress and undresses, showers with her, and sleeps with her. You name it. (I don’t know what else to call them besides cords) Anyway, point of the story, is that it must be annoying. However, I am very grateful for her pole. It gives her the medication every second of every day that she needs in order to get over this nasty little disease. It has its own little brain. It even beeps when the meds are getting low. It beeps again, and again, and again if the nurses are not there soon enough. She just pulls/pushes it around every step she takes. I am so happy that we have been blessed with technology.

Well, I am going to end tonight by telling you what her poles name is. It has had one name and one name only all 8 days of this journey. It will go down in history, I am certain about that. The name is: Shithead pronounced (shaw-THAYD) or ("Sh' Theed") Bah ha ha ha ha ha!!

WE LOVE YOU BRITNEY!